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Hesperia x Nathalie Headcanons
Note: Spoilers for Miraculous World: Paris
Hesperia is the spontaneous one in the relationship
Nathalie secretly watches all of Hesperia’s tv coverage despite him telling her not too, because he doesn’t want her to worry for his safety
Hesperia likes to sneak up on Nathalie from behind to surprise her
Hesperia loves tickling Nathalie, which she pretends to hate but secretly loves
Shadybug and Claw Noir will use Nathalie as bait against Hesperia
The biggest fight Hesperia and Nathalie ever had was when she once tried to pull off his miraculous without him noticing so she could find out his secret identity
Nathalie will complain about Gabriel Agretse to Hesperia, of course not knowing that he himself is Gabriel Agreste
In the middle of the night, Hesperia will jump on top of Nathalie’s rooftop to get her attention
Nathalie will defend Hesperia out in public to anyone who will listen, despite it giving her a bad reputation
Hesperia will always keep in range to make sure Nathalie is safe
Nathalie is the only person, Hesperia won’t let join The Resistance against The Supreme, because he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to her
Nathalie always treats Hesperia’s wounds and scars after he’s had a encounter with Shadybug and Claw Noir
Nathalie will beg for Hesperia to tell her anything h about his personal life even if it is just the smallest detail
Despite Hesperia’s superhero title, Nathalie can also be very protective
Nathalie hates keeping their relationship a secret, even though she knows it is necessary
Nathalie often has nightmares about Hesperia getting hurt and to mitigate that, he will sing and hold her as a form of comfort
Nathalie likes to pull on Hesperia’s cape
Just look at this adorable little bean 💕💕🥺🥺
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A Gabenath Fanfiction: In The Arms Of A Hero
Note: Hi guys! So this fic is coming out super late! It was supposed to be released all the way back in the beginning of January but unfortunately my life got in the way. That being said it is out now and I hope it is still worth the read!
Rated: K+
Warnings: Minor Language
Word Count: 2,858
Summary: It is the night of New Year's eve and Nathalie is eager to spend it with the mysterious hero of Paris, Hesperia.
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The pane of the window was hitched open just a crack.
Nathalie’s breath quickened, a shallow quiver in the air — an echo of the click of passing time ringing in her ears.
From out in the distance, a boisterous reverberating clash ricocheted like a firing gunshot set ablaze. Spears of multicolored flying diamonds flared across the night sky, showering the dusky clouds in a vibrant flourish. Cries of both laughter and awe filled from the crowded streets below.
Fireworks.
Nathalie’s knuckles turned a tattering frosty white as she clenched the ledge of the windowsill… anticipation weaving its way through her veins.
She took a step back, blowing out a slighted breath, her lips pressed together — time was running low.
Her hand went to her back pocket, a desperate need and reverent worry rivaling her patience.
Patience is a virtue, an all too familiar voice reminded her.
She moved her hand back, fisting it to her side, her phone remained in her pocket, feeling as though it weighed a ton.
A subtle pop rang out, quiet enough to be mistaken for the regular old creaks and rumbles of a running refrigerator or the humming of a heater — such things were common in an apartment such as this one, especially on a night like tonight when every little noise could blend in with all the commotion from miles away.
This was the night that sparked a new beginning, a night that erased everyone’s blots of tick marks, starting them anew — a chance for everyone to have a clean slate.
A fresh start.
A New Year.
A gloved hand grasped to the edge of the windowsill but in a centimeter of a sparse moment the silhouette of a man took formense in its place. In a swift motion the man came to stand before Nathalie as he slithered his way over the railing, his booted feet hitting the wooden floor with a soft thump.
Rather than cry out in fear or shock - like perhaps a normal person would if a random man lept into their room - Nathalie blew out a sigh of relief, the corners of her mouth fletching up into a smile.
“I almost thought you wouldn’t show,” Nathalie teased, deflecting with the taunting remark to shield the plume of worry that had been plaguing her from the inside out.
A soft breathy chuckle filled the space between her and the mysterious man,“I wouldn’t miss seeing you.”
Nathalie moved forward to close the window shutters, to obscure her cozy little sanctuary of a room from the outside world of prying eyes and scandalous whispers.
She switched on the light, which illuminated her bedroom into a golden shade and turned the outline of the man before her into an ethereal essence.
His silvery light hair crowned his face, though it was pushed back in a swivel to reveal his gentle cloudy-blue eyes and refined intricate features. From head to toe he was donned in a piercing dark violet coat of fabric that fluctuated against the bends and arcs of his frame.
Hesperia.
The protector of Paris, the valiant hero who fought against Shadybug and Claw Noir, the highest revolutionary against The Supreme.
Just thinking his name alone made Nathalie’s heart melt in awe and yet thrum forebodingly in a condensed shiver.
“Are you certain no one saw you?” Nathalie urged, her expression suddenly taking a serious undertone. She reached her hands out to rest them atop Hesperia’s shoulders, her brows knit together in palpable concern.
In the back of her mind she was almost positive that no one, not even nosy passers-by could've seen Hesperia hike up over her fence and behind the old maplewood tree that stood in front of her bedroom window. The inlook on her room was hardly visible due to her apartment being sectioned off — a tiny fraction in the rest of the configured complex.
Not to mention it was pitch black outside, though the vibrancy from the fireworks could’ve left Hesperia to be more evident in the crevices of the shadows…but even if he was spotted it would’ve only been for a mere moment, if that.
Still there was that slim chance…that diminutive possibility and that alone was enough to fill Nathalie with doubt.
If he had been seen — he would be captured — The Supreme would reign — and what Nathalie and him shared would be no more.
A tremble racked down Nathalie’s spine, causing a flush of goosebumps to trek down her body, encasing her skin.
Another powerful blast retched from outside, leaving majestic sparkles and pixels in the air, omitting the burning scent of humidified smoke. The growing throng of people rummaging from below let out a synchronized cheer and a warp of applause.
Hesperia nodded at Nathalie, “I’m sure,” he chuckled again, the corners of his eyes crinkling, “scouts honor,” he pledged, lifting his palm up, a lopsided grin curling up his lips. Nathalie rolled her eyes at his nonchalant behavior, a huff on her breath.
“Hesperia…” she scolded anxiously, tilting her head to the side. Her voice came out much more whiny and petulant than she would have liked, but her trepidation at the moment was too high for her to have regards for anything else.
She couldn’t help but pout when she spotted Hesperia biting down on the inside of his cheek to prevent another burst of laughter from leaving his lips, but after a long pause he sighed, the humorous glow leaving his eyes. Nathalie felt a twinge of guilt for causing the grave change in his demeanor.
“I’m sorry,” Nathalie murmured before Hesperia could get a word out. He stared down at her, his gaze as soft and gentle as the gleaming moonlight — the moonlight that was currently sliding across his angled cheekbones and the jut of his jaw. Nathalie swallowed, ducking her head against the pads of his chest, squeezing her eyes firmly shut. Her voice came out in a hushed chokeful whisper as she spoke up again.
“I just can’t help but worry about you.”
And yet despite her worries, Nathalie felt her shoulders ease as Hesperia twirled a stand of her hair around the curve of his index finger. He placed his thumb under the point of her chin, lifting her face up to his own.
“I know,” he murmured, “trust me.” Hesperia’s expression turned sullen but Nathalie couldn’t help notice that the familiar stubborn gleam of hope that seemed to always be ignited within him never dissipated.
“But I have to fight,” he pressed, his tone emulating determination, “I can’t just let Shadybug and Claw Noir run amuck all throughout Paris…I can’t just let The Supreme hold charge over society and the capabilities of the miraculous,” he sucked in a breath, “that isn’t fair — that isn’t just.”
A soft tsk escaped between Nathalie’s teeth, a faint hiss on her tongue, her mind going blank as she watched her lover bleat out his heart of gold. It was quite noble of him to put up a stand like this — to risk his life for the greater good of others, even though most people viewed him as just as much of a threat as Shadybug and Claw Noir despite the fact that that couldn't be further from the truth.
Even so, Nathalie couldn’t help but resent Hesperia’s commendable actions for she selfishly wanted him to not take any risks at all, the greater good of society be damned. Nathalie wasn’t a stupid woman, she’d done her research and she knew what went on out in the congested streets and marvelous land markings of Paris.
She’d seen, just from catching sparing glances at her tv, Hesperia being beaten down, nearly being torn to shreds and twisted up by Shadybug’s ridiculous yo-yo and almost disintegrated to dust by Claw Noir’s ferocious cataclysm.
Not to mention the fact that she wasn’t unheeding to the wounds and scars — permanent scars — that wavered down his arms and on the back of his neck, along with what she assumed was the rest of his body.
No matter how hard he tried to shield her from the reality of his life, it was a constant fog lingering over the grove of their relationship, one Nathalie never could escape from.
With all this forsaken knowledge pent up inside her, Nathalie felt her selfishness was justified.
Or perhaps it wasn’t but frankly…she didn’t care.
She leaned back, her eyes still locked with Hesperia’s.
“I know there has to be a fight, a resistance but I need to ask…” she paused, choosing her next words carefully. Hesperia waited, his lips parted as he breathed.
“Why do you have to be the one to fight?”
That swivel of selfishness was rearing its ugly head as the words fell from her lips but Hesperia didn’t even seem fazed, or rather he did, just not in the way she had anticipated.
His eyes grew soft like condensed honey, his hand moving up to rest on the side of her face in a gentle shell against her ear.
“Because I don’t want others to fall down the dark path that I once led…the path that The Supreme mentors…and I don’t think I’d ever forgive myself if I let anyone else get swept up under their control.”
Hesperia bit his lip, his voice as soft as cotton as he spoke, the pads of his thumb caressing the skin under her eyes. A tender expression flew across his features and Nathalie didn’t even need to speak to know what he was about to say next.
“Like Shadybug and Claw Noir…” he sighed, “they’re just kids, dragged into this mess for who knows what reason and I…” he drew in a long poignant breath, “I want to help them…help them grow…help them change…before they go too far into which they can never return.”
Nathalie nodded again, more for her own benefit rather than his. This conversation was one they had over and over it seemed, this constant weight on their shoulders holding them down. She couldn’t deny that he had a point…those kids didn’t deserve to be brainwashed by the lies The Supreme were feeding them, let alone do their bidding.
Hesperia placed his lips to the tip of Nathalie’s nose for a brief, perfect moment, immediately pulling her from her thoughts of The Supreme and of Shadybug and Claw Noir — and the miraculous.
Nathalie’s eyes softened, her heart rate slowing.
“Listen,” Hesperia murmured, his voice rumbling against her skin, as his lips grazed her ear. “Let us not fret about any of this tonight. Tonight is a night meant for celebration and that’s what we should do. You and me…” his smile brightened against the shadows in the room, “relishing our first year as a couple.”
Nathalie felt the air leave her lungs, her jaw jutting out in a wallow of shock. A year? Has it truly been a year since the fateful day in which Hesperia and Nathalie crossed paths?
“Are you serious? It’s really been that long?” Nathalie asked, skeptical, her brow raised.
Hesperia laughed softly, his lips curling up into a rueful grin. “Really. Are you that surprised?” He leaned forward and poked her nose teasingly. Nathalie’s face crinkled, her cheeks grazing over with a flush.
“A year with a superhero huh?” She mused, smirking. She curled her hand around Hesperia’s cheek, her face inches from his own. She drew herself closer to him.
That familiar flush of warmth and gentle feverishness of sun-kissed skin did not greet her though as she had expected — rather, space — air. She opened her eyes.
“Nuh, uh, uh,” Hesperia wagged his pointer finger in her face, arching his head back,“no kisses until the clock strikes twelve.”
Nathalie’s jaw went slack and she felt her mouth downturn into the slump of a pout, her lips trembled due to the lack of kisses being placed upon them.
“What?” She bursted out exasperated as she crossed her arms, “you can’t be serious.”
Hesperia didn’t seem to share her bewildered sentiment, for he only threw his head back and laughed harder, almost manically at Nathalie’s expense. Nathalie was astonished to say the very least.
“Oh come on now, don’t be ridiculous—“ she started.
Hesperia’s pearly whites sparkled at her in a mischievous grin, cutting her off short.
“Ridiculous, you say?” His hand flew to his chest, feigning offense, “I like to think of myself as quite the cultural and traditional man.”
Nathalie rolled her eyes, “that may be true but regardless, I don’t see why we have to play into these silly traditions.” She grasped at his hand while she spoke, hoping that would emphasize her statement and convince Hesperia to drop all this nonsense.
Hesperia leaned closer to her, doing a twirling motion to maneuver his way into her arms. She accepted him, wrapping herself around his waist. He leaned into her, the plait of his hair tickling her skin. He prodded her cheek with his thumb, pressing it to the corner of her mouth.
Nathalie’s heart stuttered in her chest, seeming much louder compared to the shatter of firecrackers that some neighbor boys were sparking off next door.
“It’s not too long now…” Hesperia breathed, “just a few more minutes…”
A minute could be an eternity when the one thing you crave is so close and yet still so far from your reach…
Nathalie groaned but she didn’t protest, she just kept her gaze focused on the man in front of her.
The man who saved her life.
The man who saved countless lives.
The radiance of a swarm of colors that gleamed like rainbows danced across Hesperia’s features. Reds, purples, blues, all cascading across his face like paint.
Nathalie didn’t think she had ever seen anything quite so beautiful.
A minute remained
60…
“This year will bring change,” Hesperia whispered.
“I know,” Nathalie murmured back.
She knew he meant that in more ways than one.
59…58…57…
While keeping her hold in his embrace, Nathalie turned the window blinds allowing her and Hesperia to have a glimpse of the last few moments of this chaotic yet miraculous year.
49…48…47…
“I won’t let The Supreme reign this year,”
Nathalie nodded.
If she was going to believe in anyone it was going to be Hesperia.
39…38…37…
“I’ll stand with you…” Nathalie said with conviction.
She didn’t care if their lips weren’t touching, for she couldn’t imagine feeling any closer to him than to what she was feeling right now.
Hesperia beams but there is a sense of grieving hidden in his eyes.
“Even with the risks?”
36…35..34…
Nathalie doesn’t even hesitate.
“Yes. Even with the risks.”
She was in too deep now. She couldn’t turn back now. She wouldn’t turn back.
29…28…27…
It was all surreal.
A year of madness.
That neither Nathalie nor Hesperia would trade for anything.
10…
The cries of the countdown from the Parisians outside began.
9…
The heat of Hesperia’s gloved hand was like a fire all in its own against Nathalie’s burning skin.
“Nathalie…” Hesperia became glassy eyed.
8…
Both of their hands found one another’s faces and now it seemed they couldn’t be any closer. They could taste each other’s breath on their tongues.
7…
How the time had flown. It was nearly impossible to think that Nathalie could have been bewitched by the great fallen hero that was Hesperia.
And to think that he had fallen for her too.
6…
The fireworks from outside were mute. Everyone was waiting for the perfect moment, when the new year would finally be upon them.
5…
Nathalie’s eyes roamed Hesperia from head to toe. His miraculous, the brooch crowning his chest like a foreseen magnet that could be so easily removed — if she just timed it perfectly.
4…
But she couldn’t.
That wasn’t her place.
It did not matter how much the curiosity and fantasies of Hesperia’s secret identity plagued her mind.
She loved the man with the mask and she knew she loved the man behind it too.
3…
Perhaps this year she will find out the truth.
2…
Nathalie traced her thumb down Hesperia’s cheek. His blue eyes. His pink lips.
1…
Pop. Pop. Pop.
Nathalie felt her heart explode along with the fireworks and firecrackers and sparklers that all went off in a perpetual unison around them.
At last, their first kiss of the new year.
One full of tenderness and excitement and promise.
Hesperia broke away as the cheers died down but did not move an inch.
“Happy New Year my dearest Nathalie.” He panted, his eyes alight and misty.
Nathalie let out a joyful cry, one that surprised both her and Hesperia. Her lips found his once again.
“Happy New Year Hesperia.”
Hesperia giggled against her.
“I love you,” he declared between kisses.
“And I love you,” Nathalie affirmed back to him, her thumb resting on his bottom lip.
She kissed him again, all her worries about The Supreme and the man that lies beneath Hesperia’s mask washing away and withering into a forlorn dust.
The fireworks scorching off into the sky would never be able to overshadow the fireworks going off in their united hearts.
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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! And again I want to apologize for the delay on the release of this fic! Regardless, I hope you enjoyed it! And as always if you have any fic requests don't hesitate to let me know!
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Hello I love your writing!!!! Just that thank u.
AHHH THANK YOU! 💕💕💕💕💕💕❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Literally you guys have no idea how much kind words like this really mean to me. I often lose motivation and stuff so this really makes me happy. 😊
I have another gabenath fic in the works currently so that should be out soon (probably by the end of Sunday or Monday at the latest) that I hope you all enjoy. I do really try my best when I write these fics and I’m glad to hear that you guys actually enjoy them!
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A Gabenath Fanfiction: Threads of Warmth
Note: OMG YOU GUYS! I’VE BEEN GONE FOR SO LOOOOONNNGGGG! I’M SO SORRY!
I’ve had a lot of stuff in my personal life going on and I did kinda lose my motivation for a bit but I’m back now. I do not know if I will be posting daily like I used to, but I will still be posting much more frequently. As a way to make it up to all of you I made this little fluffy gabenath one-shot. I hope you all enjoy and again I’m so sorry I’ve been gone for so long. 😭😭😭
Rated: K
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2,674
Summary: Nathalie and Gabriel find themselves both awake in the wee hours of the cold, wintry night and decide to take a midnight stroll. Some minor angst and fluff ensues.
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The frost on the window was pristine and crisp. A fog trailing along the opaque glass, curling in various designs that reflected out to the sparkling puddles of snow from the outside.
Nathalie Sancoeur exhaled sharply. It was the first snowfall of the season — the sky was a sea of flying diamonds. She had to bite her lip to prevent a burst of laughter at the small childish desire that coursed through her, the desire to go out and wait for flakes of crystallizing snow to fall on the tip of her tongue and dissolve with a flourish.
A gust of a windchill met her as she popped the latch of the door. Flurries dashed past, causing her eyes to widen in awe. It wasn’t as if she’d never seen snow before but the first remnants of it never failed to leave her mesmerized.
She walked on the white powder, her silky slippers crunching in the icy mist. The moon was a balm of white light shimmering down on her, making the small icicles hanging from tree ledges and house fronts sparkle and gleam.
“I didn’t think you’d be one to go out on midnight strolls,” came a soft intone. Nathalie felt a spritz of shock waver through her system, a poignant gasp leaving her lips. She hadn’t thought anyone else was out, much less at this hour.
A chuckle reverberated, adjacent to the sound of doming bells. “Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Nathalie paused and upturned her gaze, her expression regal despite the quick patter in her chest. “I figured you’d already be retired for the night sir.”
Gabriel Agreste sighed, running a hand through his hair, pushing back the black beanie that obscured his head. He wore a pair of tight knit leggings that perfectly aligned with the outline of his hips and a maroon colored turtleneck sweater that climbed up his chest.
Nathalie pursed her lips, a small pink flush rounding her cheeks. He seemed to be dressed quite appropriately for a winter night promenade; unlike her who only adorned a light nightgown, which although kept her covered was still quite flimsy, as it draped over her bodice, flowing lightly in the rashful breeze. In short, not the best choice of clothing for an icy outing on her part.
“I couldn’t sleep. I tried to work on some designs to clear my mind but…” he paused, his throat working as he sighed once more, a puff of air fogging out into the wind. He trained his eyes on the snow covered path ahead of them as he spoke his next words.
“My thoughts get too crowded sometimes, especially at night.”
Nathalie was aware of this. As much as Gabriel tried to hide it, Nathalie could see through the dark circlets under his eyelids and the container of empty coffee pouches, accompanied by the kitchen sink full of various drained coffee mugs, that Gabriel rarely, if ever, slept.
Not that she could blame him, she herself didn’t get much sleep either. Perhaps that was something they shared in common, in the wee hours of the night their hearts would race and thrum due to the constant whispers of their anxieties and misfortunes daunting them.
“I understand that. Sleep is…well…sleep is just difficult,” Nathalie chuckled lightly, brushing a stray wisp of her hair behind her ear.
Gabriel scoffed ruefully, “yes, well it doesn’t get much easier when all you can think about is the smell of rosemary poppy lotion and light feather skin…”
Nathalie could hear the lonesomeness anguish in his voice as he spoke. She could practically feel it seething in her bones.
He always got like that when he spoke of his flower — his Emilie.
Nathalie felt the sprinkle of dots of snow dropping on the tops of her own skin, causing a sparse gooseflesh, as she reached out and placed her hand on Gabriel's padded shoulder in a supportive embrace. She knew there were not many words out there that anyone could say to soothe the heartache of the loss of a loved one.
She knew enough of her employer to know that the torch he carried for his dear Emilie was one that could not be extinguished, in fact it only seemed to grow more vibrant — a pipe of gasoline dousing the remains of a nearly burnt out candle.
Nathalie’s gaze roamed down Gabriel’s body, right from where her hand pressed on his shoulder, their mingled breath was meshed between them in moats.
“I know this is your first winter without her sir. I know…” she blew out a breath, “I can see that you’re hurting.”
She speaks with tenderness almost as if she were trying to coax a wounded animal out of a den. Though in this case she might be the wounded animal considering that Gabriel was known to always be ready to pounce.
She waited, her heart a soft tick like a hummingbird's wings.
To her astonishment, Gabriel’s eyes seemed to soften, though whatever thoughts he had on her statement he had chosen to keep to himself.
He turned and headed down the gilded footpath in front of them, his eyes lingered on her, seeming to signify that he wanted her to follow and despite her lack of proper dressing for the occasion, she couldn’t stop herself from allowing him to guide her.
They walked on in silence for a while. Their surroundings were too vacated in darkness to differentiate in which direction they were headed, but Gabriel appeared as if he knew where he was going, so Nathalie did not feel the need to comment.
Her eyes studied the treks Gabriel’s long fur-lined boots made in the sleet. The firm imprint that his feet made in the ground was an easy compass for Nathalie to follow. At some longer intervals Gabriel would stop and look back over his shoulder to make sure she was still keeping pace with him. Although she would find herself taking lengthened strides to match his own, he never made out to rush her. He would wait for her until she stood only a few short feet away from him, the heat emanating from his body washing over her.
Mixed in with the brisk air, the sparkling icicles and the illuminated moonlight, Gabriel stood out — his golden hair a shining beacon in a world of shadows. He was a tall man with a firm build, easily recognizable. He always held himself in a stoic manner, one pertaining to confidence which was partly why Nathalie could always spot him in a crowd. He was hard to miss.
Eventually they reached a small secluded grove, shrouded by wistful bare willow trees. From the tips of the elongated branches hang glacier spears that glistened and sparkled. Muffin-like puffs stuck out, covered in mounds of glitter that was snow. These puffs enlightened into bushes during springtime, but for now they were starry abstract shapes that swayed and danced on a pond of frost that Nathalie imagined had been gilded on by the ice skates of many neighbor children in the past, perhaps even Adrien as well.
Despite the desolate beauty of the landscape before them, this meadow of crystals still had a cold bite. The adrenaline and the flush rounding Nathalie’s cheeks had kept her aboard and heated earlier but now here, in a stalemate with this whimsical winter wonderland her eyes couldn’t help but drift to the warm concealed body next to her.
“Emilie and I shared our first kiss here, right in the center of that circle of ice.” He lifted his finger, pointing out where he and Emilie had stood. Nathalie’s eyes drifted to where his finger lay. She can imagine it. A young and dumb Emilie pulling a head over heels Gabriel onto the ice. Emilie’s hair would be voluminous, dashing around in the breeze, her eyes a plume of periwinkle. Gabriel would follow her lead, hanging on her every move.
Nathalie could see vividly in her mind the moment their lips touched, warm and passionate despite the fierce chill surrounding them. Nathalie felt a prick of an unpleasant indescribable feeling strike her, a flurry, like a jab of ice.
A poignant, feverish shiver ran down her spine, filling her from the inside out. Suddenly the adrenaline pumping her didn’t seem so potent, as it felt as though a mask of icy glaze was overcoming her. The corners of her vision were clogged, perhaps with flakes of snow or perhaps tears, she didn’t know. Even out and fully alert, her tiresome thoughts did not cease.
“Are you cold?”
Gabriel’s inquiry pulled Nathalie from her musings. She shrugged, a crimson coating her cheeks.
Gabriel’s brows creased, “you’re shivering.”
Nathalie chuckled nervously. “Am I?”
Gabriel smiled softly, the corners of his mouth perching up. He placed a warm gloved hand on her shoulder. Her body stiffened and stilled.
“You’re not even wearing a proper coat!”
His voice sounded as a drumbeat — exasperated.
Nathalie felt the crimson dotting her cheeks begin to slither down her body like an unforgiving snake.
“Well I didn’t think we’d be walking this far!” She argued, with a furious, maddening flush that didn’t seem to want to disappear. Gabriel chuckled softly to himself, causing Nathalie’s blush to only deepen.
“Here,” his hands moved to his abdomen, “why don’t you take my sweater?”
Nathalie’s brows raised to her hairline.
“Sir—“
She couldn’t even muster another word, before the maroon velvety sweater was sliding off Gabriel’s body. The heated flush consuming her insides was like a replant to the bitter cold. She imagined her skin was as red and bright as the steaming star of mars. Then it was in a flash of a second. Everything seemed to move at the speed of light and then abruptly slow like a hockey puck sliding on withered ice.
Underneath his sweater, shining out against the droplets of snow was Gabriel Agreste’s chest, though not completely bare due to his clear white undershirt, the contours and flexes of his chest were clearly, unmistakably visible.
A puff of air that appeared as smoke escaped Nathalie’s lips in a plume as her mouth fell agape.
“I…” she somehow mustered out, though her throat was croaky as full of rasp from her shock.
“Here Nathalie. Please, I insist,” his hand was outstretched, his arm as light and pale as the balming moon. His bare, naked arm. Nathalie’s breathing shaked, the warm puffs of it in the air quivering like notes rising up a music staff.
Her fingers twitched and grappled at the texture of the cotton sweater. Her eyes darted down to it. It was long and slim and smelled of cologne and of newly dried laundry.
Her gaze traveled back up to the eyes of her superior. His steely bluish gray eyes were misty and soft — kind. Nathalie felt as though she were deflating like a balloon.
“Are you sure about this sir? I don’t want to be of any trouble…” she gulped, her throat closing for a brief pause. “Won’t you be cold sir? That…” she cleared her throat with a forceful swallow, “that is a very light shirt you are wearing.”
Her rambling ceased though when she felt a gentle squeeze on her fingers.
“Please Nathalie.” His tone was fierce and sincere however churned with a slight undertone of sternness.
And yet with the way his eyes were pleading with her and how his grip on her hand did not loosen in the slightest, she could not bring herself to deny him.
“Yes sir.”
She didn’t allow herself to think, as she threw the sweater over her head, permitting it to mold with the shape of her torso. Though she should have because her senses were suddenly overwhelmed by a potpourri of stimulants. The cologne and musky scent of Gabriel’s sweat filled her nose along with the cloud of fuzzy warmth that soothed the goosebumps and trembles racking her body. The fringe of the turtleneck coursed around her neck and the fabric clung to her body, complimenting her curves.
She felt as though she were wrapped in a warm comforting shield that would hold her up so she wouldn’t be blown away from the winter weather wind.
Her eyes found Gabriel’s again. He stared at her a moment, his lips parted as if he were about to speak but couldn’t get the words out.
He eventually closed his mouth, choosing not to comment at all.
“Thank you sir.” Nathalie murmured, not knowing what else to say for this moment seemed so oddly intimate and yet so oddly fragile — a bubble that could pop at any moment.
After another pregnant pause Gabriel finally spoke, though his voice was in a hush as if he were trying to whisper a secret.
“Emilie gave me that…it was the first thing she ever gave me.” His fingers played with the lower hem of the turtleneck, turning Nathalie’s heartbeat from soft pitter-patters to blazing gunshots.
A sound of surprise and awe left her throat. Suddenly it felt a lot harder to accept this gesture. Gabriel didn’t seem to notice her unease.
“I had stopped wearing it,” he admitted with a withered, grief stricken sigh. “In fact, I couldn’t even bear to look at it…it hurt too much.”
A gust of air left his lungs, a confession finally free from his conscience.
Nathalie nodded in understanding, her gaze never leaving his. As he spoke she didn’t comment on how she could feel him guiding her forward. She didn’t comment as her feet turned to crystals when they met the ice. She didn’t comment as she felt herself sliding forward into a moonlit abyss.
Suddenly they were standing in the center of the frozen over pond.
Right where Gabriel and Emilie had once stood, hand to hand, mouth to mouth.
Gabriel’s hushed voice returned, the only sound reaching Nathalie’s ears.
“And then I think to myself…perhaps this sweater that holds so many memories and so much happiness and heartache deserves a new beginning. I am a man of my roots, a fashion designer at heart and I think…” he exhaled slowly, a plume of smoke arising from his mouth. “I think this sweater, fueled with the stitches and threads of Emilie and my love, deserves a new home.”
Nathalie’s eyes widened, her glasses fogging with her breath and the watery glaze covering her irises. Her heart rate doubled when she fully managed to comprehend his words.
“You want me to keep it sir?” She murmured, overwhelmed, confused and slightly unsure.
Gabriel did not hesitate with even a breath on his response. He lowered his head, looking down upon her. His hand found its way around the side of her moisture covered and frost coated cheek. His hand was warm yet cool at the same time — cold with a warm interior, just like Gabriel Agreste himself.
He pushed back an errant strand of the scarlet streak in her hair, curling it back behind her ear.
“Yes…” he breathed, his puffs of breath mingling with her own.
Could this really be happening? Were they really this close, mere inches apart?
The warmth of Gabriel’s hand and the comfort of his sweater took everything surrounding them away. Was this how Gabriel and Emilie felt when they were here at this pond? Nathalie pondered. Like they were at the center of this rink and even if they were to fall through and sink to the bottom it wouldn’t matter because they were all that mattered?
Did that even make sense?
Did any of this make sense?
Nathalie decided that didn’t matter. All that mattered was this, her and Gabriel were at the center of this pond, breaths away from each other, surrounded by diamond filled weeping willows.
It didn’t matter if Gabriel walked off now, even though Nathalie knew he wouldn’t.
It didn’t matter because she knew his gift — this sweater — concealed with so much history of love and loss would keep her warm.
Gabriel’s threads of warmth would keep her warm always.
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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! Please don't hesitate to tell me what you think, I love feedback. Also if y'all have any fanfic requests let me know and I'll get to them as soon as I can! Again I want to apologize for my absence and I hope this little fic will be a good way to make up for it.
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how long have you been watching miraculous??
Good question! :)
So, I started watching Miraculous Ladybug this year and watched all 5 season (plus all the specials and the movie of course) in the span of three months June-August and at first I started watching it as a joke but then I got like really really invested in the plot and fell in love with Nathalie (aka my wife and my favorite character) instantly because like…she’s literally my reason for existing and yeah so now I’m obsessed and I cannot wait until the new Miraculous World Special comes out and season 6 of course.
Also my favorite ships are gabenath (obviously) and amenath
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what are your productions for nathalie and gabriel in the miraculous shadybug and claw noir special??what do you think they will be like in this other universe??
Gabenath-Miraculous World Edition-Headcanons
Note: These are more just predictions but whatever
Gabriel and Nathalie are married (or at least in a relationship)
Gabriel and Nathalie are both two of the main hero’s who fight against Shadybug and Claw Noir
Adrien resents Gabriel and Nathalie’s relationship and feels as though Nathalie is some sort of home-wrecker between Gabriel and Emilie’s relationship
Nathalie is going to be a lot more hostile (in general) and less caring (towards Adrien specifically) in this universe
Gabriel is actually going to be a decent father to Adrien but Adrien will disrespect him
(I don’t actually think this is going to happen but it’s a cool thought) Gabriel and Nathalie won’t know one another’s hero identities (just like Ladybug and Chat Noir) but will still fall for one another regardless
The Agreste’s won’t be rich, either that or Nathalie will be the successful one who is making all the money (maybe Gabriel is even her assistant)
Gabriel will actually treat the kwami’s with respect
Gabriel will dote on Nathalie as much as he can and Nathalie will be cold towards him (though I like the possibility of them just generally being deeply in love and all over each other)
Nathalie will be more controlling of Gabriel (just like he usually is to her in the regular series)
We’ll finally get to see Nathalie with her hair down
Nathalie will wear more dresses and fancier clothes
Gabriel will actually know how to cook (rip Gabriel’s shitty ass pancakes)
Nathalie and Gabriel will have nicknames for each other (like how Chat Noir calls Ladybug m’lady or bugaboo)
We’ll get to see Gabriel and Nathalie kiss at least once
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Gabenath Memes because it’s been forever
Note: Nathalie is so done with Gabriel’s bs smh
#gabenath#gabenath memes#mlb gabenath#miraculous ladybug gabenath#miraculous gabenath#gabenath for life#gabenathnation#Nathalie sa#nathalie sancoeur#mlb nathalie#miraculous ladybug#miraculous ladybug nathalie#miraculous nathalie#miraculous ladybug memes#gabriel agreste#mlb gabriel#miraculous ladybug gabriel agreste#miraculous gabriel#gabriel x nathalie#gabenathship#mlb shipping#fav mlb ship#mlb memes#miraculous memes#miraculous ladybug tales of ladybug and chat noir#miraculous ladybug ships#miraculousladybuggabenath#miraculousladybugtalesofladybugandchatnoir#memes#smh
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please can we have your nathalie childhood/teenage headcanons?? (like your headcanons about nathalies childhood/teenage years)
Nathalie Sancoeur As A Teenager/Childhood Headcanons
Note: Just imagine a little Nathalie waddling around ahhhh it’d be so cute! 💓💕💗
In high school Nathalie was part of her school’s coding club
Nathalie was really good at sports (dodgeball, soccer, track etc) back in high school
Nathalie loved to go camping with her family when she was little
Nathalie had a emo phase in high school
Nathalie’s first job was at a library
Nathalie took multiple honor/AP classes in high school
Nathalie loved the band “The Cure”
Nathalie first dyed her hair at age 13
Nathalie did have a small rebel phase where she used to sneak out to highs school parties
Nathalie wrote for her school paper
When Nathalie was little she was often berated for crying a lot and that is why she tries so hard to shield her feelings as an adult
Nathalie is an only child
As a kid Nathalie did gymnastics
Nathalie is very good driver and she earned her drivers license easily at the age of 16
Nathalie didn’t really get crushes often but whenever she did, she always fell hard and it took her a long time to move on from them
She’s so sweet <33
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Nathalie’s name is spelled "Sancoeur," not "Sancouer." I've noticed you spell it as the second one.
It stands for the French "Sans," without, and "Coeur," heart.
"Couer," is not a word.
Whoops my computer sometimes just autocorrects without me noticing — I’ll fix that for future posts. Thanks for bringing this to my attention :)
#nathalie sancoeur#mlb nathalie#miraculous ladybug#autocorrect#whoops#silly me hehe#thanks for letting me know#will fix later
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hii! how are you? i'm currently asking people random questions. yours is:
if you were a cat, what color would you be?
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Hi! I’m doing good! Hope you’re doing well too! <33
To answer your question if I were a cat I feel like i’d probably be either brown (because that’s my hair color) or gray because I just think gray cats are sooooo adorable!
Imma throw in this picture of Chat Noir cause I can hehehe
#questions#answers#ask me anything#reply post#reply#ask reply#good question#funny question#tumblr replies#cats#brown cats#gray cats#chat noir#hehehe#mlb chat noir#miraculous ladybug
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loved your headcanons about gabi/gabriel !!
what are your headcanons about nathalies past??
Awww Thank You! <33
Nathalie Sancouer’s Past Headcanons
Note: Most of these will center around when Nathalie was in college (or when she first met Gabriel and Emilie) Also some of her childhood memories :)
As a child Nathalie was very reserved and spent most of her time reading or studying
Nathalie was definitely a tomboy
Emilie and Gabriel were the closest thing Nathalie had to friends when she met them
Nathalie used to have a pet snake
As a child Nathalie used to get scolded by her parents for running off to go exploring
Nathalie didn’t mind going to parties when she was in college
Nathalie and Gabriel used to dress up in matching outfits for duo day back in college (Emilie was never really into the whole dress up thing)
Nathalie was always the responsible friend
Nathalie used to hate giving presentations or speaking in front of others and would often get bullied for it
Emilie and Nathalie used to have sleepovers back in college
Nathalie had her first kiss with Gabriel in a game of spin the bottle (I actually made a fanfic about this here)
When Nathalie graduated from college, she, Gabriel, and Emilie all got a group photo with their caps and gowns taken together
Nathalie took martial arts as a kid and continued to study and practice it all throughout her life
Nathalie’s first girl crush was Amelie Graham De Vanily, whom she met when Emilie introduced her at a college party
Nathalie used to idolize the superhero’s in other parts of the world not knowing that she’d grow up to fight against them
#nathalie sancouer headcanons#nathalie sancoeur#mlb nathalie#nathalie sancouer#miraculous ladybug nathalie#miraculous nathalie#Nathalie Sancouer’s Past#miraculous ladybug#miraculous ladybug tales of ladybug and chat noir#miraculous movie#gabriel agreste#mlb gabriel#miraculous ladybug fanfiction#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir#mlb gabriel agreste#mlb shipping#gabenathfanfic#gabenath#gabriel x nathalie#miraculous ladybug gabenath#emilie agreste#emilie graham de vanily#mlb emilie#miraculous ladybug Emilie#amelie graham de vanily#mlb amelie#nathalie x amelie#amenath#mlb amenath#amenath headcanons
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mayura headcanons
Mayura Headcanons
Note: *Pansexual Panic*
Mayura doesn’t know why but she always feels compelled to show Chat Noir (specifically) mercy
Mayura once ‘kidnapped’ Gabriel Agreste
Mayura likes to kick rather than hit her opponents
Mayura is good at getting into people’s minds and manipulating them
Mayura made a little bed for her kwami Duusu to sleep in
Mayura sometimes will put her hair down in an attempt to seduce Hawkmoth
Mayura treats all her sentimonsters as if they were her own children but if she has to dispose of them she will but she does feel guilty
Mayura once made a ‘guest appearance’ at one of Gabriel Agreste’s fashion shows
Even Hawkmoth is afraid of Mayura
Mayura loved reading all the tabloids speculating on her involvement with Hawkmoth and her fight for the miraculous
Mayura has to fight to roll her eyes whenever Hawkmoth suggests a stupid plan
Nathalie has nightmares about what she is capable of as Mayura
Mayura is always worried that Hawkmoth views her as weak and she spends most of her time trying to prove her worth
Duusu loves drawing pictures of her and Mayura and gifts them to her, and Mayura always keeps them with her
Mayura once saved Adrien Agreste’s life and Adrien still to this day doesn’t know why
Mayura saved Gabriel Agreste from an out of control sentimonster and as repayment he designed a whole fashion line based off her style
Mayura mocks and makes fun of Argos whenever she sees him on tv
#mayura#mlb mayura#mayura headcanons#miraculous ladybug mayura#miraculous mayura#miraculous ladybug#miraculous ladybug headcanons#nathalie sancoeur#mlb nathalie#miraculous ladybug nathalie#miraculous ladybug tales of ladybug and chat noir#hawkyura#hawkyuraship#mlb hawkyura#hawkyura headcanons#hawkmoth#mlb hawkmoth#miraculous ladybug hawkmoth#hawkmoth x mayura#gabriel agreste#mlb gabriel#miraculous ladybug gabriel agreste#gabriel x mayura#gabeyura#gabeyura headcanons#mlb gabeyura#mlb shipping#gabriel x nathalie#gabenath#adrien agreste
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I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!
next time gabriel is booking an entire row for himself and sending them both to the back of the plane lol
(got the idea from this by @rayraygo1267)
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Gabenath Incorrect Quotes because I need them to function
Note: I love them too much
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Gabriel: They say love is an uninvited guest
Nathalie: Is that why you always barge into my room without my permission?
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Adrien: It’s okay for you to move on father. I already feel like Nathalie is part of the family!
Gabriel: How could you possibly think such a thing? No one will ever replace your mother!
Also Gabriel: *holds Nathalie in his arms and constantly tells her how valuable she is and how he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if something were to happen to her*
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Gabriel: My dearest Nathalie…
Nathalie: *forgets how to breathe*
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Gabriel: Nathalie, do you think this a good idea?
Nathalie: *sighs* even if I say no you’ll just do it anyway
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*AKUMA ALERT! AKUMA ALERT!*
Adrien: *bursting into Nathalie’s room* Nathalie! We need to go! An akuma is on the loose!
Nathalie: *half asleep* Hmm…what…give…me…five…more…minutes…
Adrien: WHAT? NO! YOU HAVE TO GET UP OR ELSE YOU MIGHT GET AKUMATIZED!
Nathalie: *tiredly* I’m sure it’s just a false alarm
Adrien: HOW CAN YOU BE SO SURE?
Nathalie: *trying to come up with an excuse* because…because…
Gabriel: *sitting up in bed next to Nathalie* Son it is a false alarm now go back to bed
Adrien: But— *surprised pikachu face* Father… what are you doing in Nathalie’s bed?
Gabriel and Nathalie: *look at each other then turn back to Adrien* GET OUT!
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please can we have some more nathalie headcanons??
Of course :)
More Nathalie Sancouer Headcanons
Note: Nathalie is a queeeeen
Nathalie loves Italian food (usually any type of pasta)
Nathalie was in the delivery room when Adrien was born and cried when she got to hold him for the first time
Back in her days of being a tour guide, Nathalie kept up an avid habit of scrapbooking, which she still indulges in whenever she goes on trips with the Agreste’s
Nathalie likes to clean whenever she’s stressed as it helps take her mind off things
Nathalie’s favorite clothing item is blazers
Nathalie once tried to learn sewing because she knew how much Gabriel loved it but she kept pricking her fingers so she gave up
Nathalie was always the first one to be able to tell the difference between Adrien and Felix whenever they pretended to be one another
Nathalie loves to sing in the shower
Before she goes home, Nathalie will always check in on both Adrien and Gabriel to make sure they’re okay
Nathalie is a workaholic
Nathalie’s favorite holiday is Halloween
Nathalie often wakes up in the middle of the night with bouts of anxiety
Nathalie is self conscious about her appearance and never looks at herself in the eye when she’s looking into a mirror
Nathalie secretly seasons Gabriel’s food so that it will actually have some flavor and not taste like cardboard
Every morning Nathalie will wake up extra early just to put her hair in that intricate bun
Nathalie loves crime shows and horror movies
All her life, Nathalie’s dream has been to see the world
Nathalie hates wearing contacts
I love her sm!
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if gabriel's past had not been revealed, what would your headcanons about him be?
Gabi Grassette (Gabriel Agreste) Headcanons
Note: Oooh I really like this question
Gabriel used to get scolded by his teachers for sketching and coloring in class
I have a feeling that Gabriel was the type of kid who went to stores but never bought anything — he just liked to look
Gabriel was definitely in drama club when he was in high school (usually just for costume design though)
I feel like Gabriel probably had a rocky relationship with his own father and that kind of reflected on how he ended up parenting Adrien
Gabriel didn’t have too many friends (if he did have some it was only a few) because he preferred to spend his time to himself
In his college years Emilie would drag Gabriel to parties but he’d usually spend most of his time trying to hide in corners to avoid social interaction
Gabriel used to smoke when he was younger but Nathalie and Emilie were able to convince him to stop
Gabriel was part of his school’s choir and took voice lessons
Gabriel and his mom were really close
When Gabriel went to prom he went with a group (Emilie was his date though)
Gabriel had a stutter when he was in grade school
Gabriel used to secretly write poetry
Gabriel studied abroad in college and did a lot of traveling
Gabriel was never really a fan of super surgery or sweet things
Gabriel used to hate practicing the piano (just like Adrien does)
Gabriel liked to do graffiti on sidewalks and abandoned buildings as a teen
Gabriel has a major in photography
As a kid, Gabriel had a bad habit of cracking his knuckles
Gabriel likes listening to audiobooks or podcasts
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F in the chat for Gabriel rn
Gabriel (sad) headcanon (i cried)
WHY AM I SO EMPATHIC
@rayraygo1267
after reveal - gabriel didn't died. just nathalie, adrien and marinette know about his past identity.
Ok so this person up here (ray) and me said some things about Adrien making a hatepage for his father.
The thing is Gabriel got to read. Since Gabriel didn't know the person behind this page, he just... didn't take it very seriously. It hurted him, ofc, but not so much.
A couple days later, he found out that the person that was writing those awful things about him was Adrien. From Gabriel's POV: HIS OWN FREAKING SON, LIKE </3
He doesn't say nothing, but suddenly he's not in the mood to work anymore. No drawings. No calls. No fabrics. No shitty pancakes. No ridiculous hairstyle. No anything.
Nathalie notices this, but, since she "moved on" she doesn't put so much head in it. Adrien convinces himself that it's good for his father to be depressed. Therefore, none of them do nothing about Gabriel's sudden sadness.
So.
Gabriel internalizes the fact that nobody wants to cheer him up. Like- NOBODY. Not even his closest family. Not even his son.
LIKE ???????? THIS IS HEARTBREAKING
i can't.
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